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In the alley, just when the gallant Prince Thales was about to take a deep breath and step forward to exhibit his heroism and save Srimone, Miss Sherryl suddenly grabbed him.
"Hold on, there are three of them, what do you plan to do? Use your tiny sword to poke their butts?"
Thales fiddled with his dagger and raised an eyebrow.
"Improvise."
Okay, he really hadn't thought that through.
"Improvise?"
Miss Kevendill's face was full of sarcasm, "Really? That sounds very reassuring."
The three swordsmen were getting closer and closer to Srimone, who hugged the wall, limping and struggling to escape.
Thales sighed:
"If they take him... they'll kill him, something has to be done!"
Sherryl hesitated for a moment:
"Alright, watch me."
Thales was startled and grabbed Sherryl, who was about to walk out:
"Wait, what can you do, and what do you plan to do? Perform a magic trick for them?"
